stowaways

A grumbling growl was given as sound invaded the star spattered nebulas glorious sleep. The gentle, rocking sway had lulled her into sweet oblivion and had kept her there for God's knew how long. Now her sweet dreams had ceased, cut off abruptly by the lack of sway followed by the careful shuffling of her sister. Keet was trying to be careful but Cicero was a very light sleeper. One silver eye cracked and she saw her giant bluebird of a sister creep from the cart.

A whisper of words brought Ciceros head up. "Eh?" She couldn't hear Lorikeet if she was indeed taking to her. Ciceros mind was still a little muddled. She'd eaten a lot of mushrooms last night. A looooot of mushrooms. The whales had been singing directions to the stars above. They had been trying to teach her how to fly. They would be her guides, her navigators. Right before they sy6ng their final secret of flight, Keet had plucked her from the sand and deposited her in the cart where they'd both promptly fallen asleep.

Silver eyes narrowed slightly as she inspected her surroundings. This definitely wasn't the beach. Warily, the small wolf dropped down from the cart and picked her way to her sister's side. "I don't think we're at the beach anymore, " she said dryly. Cicero wrinkled her nose as she saw Keet touching a blue, sleeping brute. "Well don't touch it. You don't know where he's been. He could have fleas." She was just being snarky because she should still be asleep. The small fae knew somewhat who the man was. It had been his party. She hoped that her aphrodisiacs had been a hit.